It’s not been the most pleasant of weeks. Along with having a bad cold, I’m sadded that another young person was violently killed this weekend in Richmond. . . . G’s cousin . . . beautiful person, Erica, only 21. Although I’ve never met her, her smile and tributes from friends and love ones speak volumes of her soul. The insanity of the violence among our youth is depressing to say the least.
But today I simply want to share wise words from the Bible in memory of Erica . . . and all the young people who have lost their lives far too quickly in my human eyes. . . I also must remember . . .
To everything there is a season, and
a time to every purpose under the heavens:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck
up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a
time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a
time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to
refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence,
and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate;
a time of war, and a time of peace.
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens. . .
I ask, when will the time come for Peace! Do we simply wait for the tables to turn or do we do something to promote it? I feel that we must shift the paradigm of war and violence; it is time we started making positive steps to ensuring peace in our homes, our neighborhoods, our communities, our world! It all begins in the homes. . . we can control that little bit of our universe, don’t you think? It will grow if enough seeds are planted. Do the tables simply turn without our interference in any manner? Will it all balance itself out in time? Do we not have to sow in order to harvest? Is not what we sow not what is harvested? Continue being indifferent if we must, but one day our peace might be shattered . . . Therefore, I must do something. . . .
Peace, Light and Love, CordieB.